Grinchiness Lives
Sorry.
Just a little OCD that really takes on a life of it's own.
You'll never believe what happened today!
Because nothing happened.
Well, I mean, just the regular random shit that happens every day.
I get up. I take my Blood Sugar levels while making Coffee and giving Milk to CAT...
...then my day just sort of runs together in one big lump from there.
Next thing I know, it's time to make dinner.
Time for bed and it begins again.
If I'm lucky.
Can I just say it?
I FUCKING HATE THIS TIME OF YEAR!
I love the idea of gifts and gifting and family and friends and lovers and... well, I dunno... seems like a good mix of stuff.
Soooooooooooo why do I feel so shitty?
Beats the hell outta me. But I do. I makes me want to eat. And because I'm an over-achiever, I do.
I've had chocolate every day for the past, I dunno, 2 weeks? I don't even pretend to 'sneak' it anymore.
I opened the fridge before dinner and what did I find?
Chocolate covered peanut-butter balls.
I had one.
But they taunt me every FUCKING time I open the fridge. I could probably lift the fridge over my head and throw it out the door -- without breaking a sweat cause the Theater God knows how fucking cold I've been the last 2 months.
Lessee -- did I leave any complaint out?
Why oh WHY can't the Grinch steal those Peanut-butter Balls outta my fridge?
Hell. He can have the whole damned fridge. We've GOT two
Believe me, THAT won't stop Christmas from coming.
Updated: 1/5/07
